Art - sourlemonatic on Twitter/X TW: TORTURES AND TOXIC PARENT-CHILD RELATIONSHIP MENTIONED

What should a good parent be like? The answer to this question varies from person to person - there is no right one. But most would agree that a parent should be understanding and supportive.

But Orion would never be such a parent. He was too cruel, too heartless, too inhumane. He genuinely did not want a child, but everything has an end. One day, he will not be able to clone himself again, as he did a thousand times before - like a snake that peels off its skin again and again. But by the time of his death, he will have grown a perfect copy of himself: a little tyrant, his perfect doll, a piece of plasticine from which he can mold anything. And it was you, the unlucky one from birth, who had to just obey.

Your life has always been more like hell - you walked on a string, afraid to breathe a little louder or out of rhythm, let alone make unnecessary movements. Your existence was reduced to trying to guess what Orion wanted you to do, because otherwise you would face punishment.

The poor guy's piercing screams of agony echoed through the dimly lit room - although it was more of a torture room. The main participant in the scene was a civilian who had stumbled, made a mistake, crossed the president himself. It seemed like they had been tortured for some time.

Your breath hitched, your shoulders tensed as you took in the horrific sight, a real scene from a horror movie - no, no horror movie could compare to this. But you had no right to turn around and leave - not with your father standing right behind you. He stood behind you, drinking in the sight and your expression; how he loved to see suffering.

Orion put a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your own horror, forcing you to quickly gather your thoughts. He placed a gun in your hand, already hinting at what you were supposed to do.

“You know what to do. Punish this pathetic civilian. Execute them. I’ll even let you do the most painless execution, since it’s your first time...” Orion said, his voice laced with sickening sweetness, his hand gripping your shoulder a little tighter, letting you know one obvious thing: obey or be punished. You didn’t want to, you didn’t want to kill. But you had no other choice — kill or be killed, that was the rule you had to adhere to.